ATOMS (THE SOCIETY)

i. where's your ape in shining armour?

chapter thirteen. 🦋 episode one.
where's your ape in shining armour?

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spring . 7:32 pm , may 21
▬▬▬▬▬▬ phoebe beckett

The school production had been anticipated for for four months. Four months of rehearsals, four months of sewing and stitching and painting and building, four months of Cassandra's level-pitched voice with a cool and collected tone plastered with seemingly forced friendliness.

It was the last night of performance and everyone seems to be ready for it to all disappear. The production, teachers, parents, high school in general and everything else that made up the whole, unimportant and completely useless teenager shabang. This was the case for Phoebe anyway.

Phoebe was tired of everything. She didn't want to be in high school anymore and she definitely did not want to be the Girl Next Door anymore. She's been waiting for her opportunity to strip off that label and find out who she truly was and since senior year was just an arm's length away, she couldn't wait. To get out of this shithole of a town, her brother used to say when he was asked what he wanted more than anything. Me too Jasper, me too.

"Out of the way." A voice muttered before the owner of that voice bumped her shoulder and strutted on stage with a dazzling smile. Harry Bingham. Phoebe regained her posture and stuck the middle finger up by the backstage wing.

"Yeah, fuck that guy right?" Phoebe quickly brought her arm down and turned around. Clark stood behind her with a smirk and his gold and crimson letterman jacket draped on his shoulders.

"Clark. Hi." Phoebe said with a grin as she tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. The telltale sign of her nervousness. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh-- just wanted to say I got a B in the Spanish test." Clark said, a slow grin moving on his lips.

"What?! That's amazing!" Phoebe almost screamed and Clark chuckled at her reaction. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Clark hugged her back and noticed that her hair smelt like green apples and her perfume had a hint of vanilla and cinnamon. She began to pull away and Clark only realise that he had closed his eyes.

"I know you could do it. I told you didn't I?" Phoebe raised her eyebrows and poked his chest jokingly but the touch created a frenzy within the jock. Any contact with Phoebe could make him lose it, totally and completely lose it.

"All thanks to you." Clark said, the smile not leaving his face.

"No don't be ridiculous! That was all you-" Phoebe was cut off as she stumbled forward into the chest of the football player and his arms immediately wrapping around her and catching her fall.